It has been exactly five years since the New York Times announced the end of snow.
The End of Snow? – The New York Times
It has been more than twelve years since they announced the endless summer.
With Warmer Weather, Different Decisions to Make – New York Times
And it has been almost nineteen years since The Independent and CRU announced that snow is a thing of the past.
Snowfalls are now just a thing of the past – Environment – The Independent
Since James Hansen’s 1988 testimony to Congress predicting global warming doom caused by a tiny increase in an essential trace gas, Northern Hemisphere snow cover has increased about ten percent.
January snow cover has been above normal for eleven out of the last twelve years.
Rutgers University Climate Lab :: Global Snow Lab
Undaunted by reality, government climate scientists continue to spread fact-free junk science about the climate.
There was a decline in snow cover prior to 1988, when CO2 was below 350 PPM. But since CO2 rose above Hansen’s “safe” threshold, snow cover has been increasing. And North American snow cover is higher now than it was during the early 1970s.
Undaunted by reality, government climate scientists continue to spread fact-free junk science about the climate.
That also describes our resident trolls. “Damn the realities, full stupid ahead!”
Man, I remember the winters of the late 1970’s vividly. They were the shit for a kid living in north-central Wisconsin who loved playing outdoors. It didn’t matter if it was cold as my mother bundled up my brother and I and kicked us outside to play, even if it was -20°F. The winter of ’78 my father took us down the frozen surface of the river at the back of our grandpa’s grazing pasture to inspect a beaver dam that was causing flooding upstream and would be dynamited out in the spring. It was my first introduction to walking on clear, snow-free ice and hockey—in the form of random branches and small chunks of ice we could break out to use as pucks.
Snow was so deep we made tunnels, caves and igloos in our front yard. We would lurk behind snow banks and throw snowballs at cars as they passed in front of the house (at least, until the one time I accidentally hit the back windshield of a neighbor who knew my dad—we received a “talking to” with a shaving strop about our behavior—then we turned our attention to having snowball fights with the neighbor kids across the alley.) We could sled down the hill in front of our house because it was too steep to navigate for cars. Santa was very real because his winter wonderland started in early November and didn’t disappear until late March, sometimes April. Large icicles became impromptu swashbuckling swords between my brother and I. The pine siskins, goldfinches, purple finches, chickadees, nuthatches, blue jays, cardinals, woodpeckers, and juncos kept my whole family entertained outside our large living room picture window. Winter was just another part of the annual change in seasons, something glorious to enjoy, not an inconvenience to endlessly whinge about in misery.
I’ve often wondered what our coddled, soft-underbelly populace would do if we ever had to return to those days of my past, when REAL winter lasted a full five months at a latitude of 45°N. I don’t think people of a certain age could cope without suffering long-term psychological harm. But I’m comforted in the knowledge that if we do return to those events, I’ll be capable of weathering (no pun intended) them with grace and welcoming arms.
Not once in my days as a student did one of my schools ever cancel due to cold. And back then the only kids that rode the bus lived outside of town. We used to play at the bus stop, with nary a parent in sight, and I don’t ever remember being cold. These days, on my way to work, I pass dozens of idling minivans with kiddies inside awaiting the arrival of their buses. Clearly the threat of man made climate change pales in comparison to the thought of little Johnny having a shiver, or a snowball fight.
I’d stand waiting for the bus bound for Jr. High with frozen hair. Never in my time was it once canceled due to cold though we did get a snow day every great once in awhile.
Waterloo, IA, which has good records going back to the 1800’s three coldest Januaries were 1977, 1978 and 1979. That is truly remarkable to have the 3 coldest Januaries coming in consecutive years.
Those days may come sooner than you think and of course be blamed on global warming.
I’ve noticed that Google has fixed their algorithm so that you don’t show up when I search for real climate science.
This blog is first in the list when I search using Bing or Duck Duck Go.
Let’s debate this after they re-open the ski resorts in CA.
Tony,
Did you see the newer article in the NYT by Porter Fox last weekend?
https://www.nytimes.com/2019/02/02/opinion/sunday/winter-snow-ski-climate.html
On the weekend the article is published, ski resorts in the Sierras get 90″ new snow.